Behind Closed Doors

by broken reflection   Mar 14, 2007


I'm screaming,
But you only hear whispers,
I'm bleeding,
But seeing me scarless is what you prefer,

Hiding from judging eyes,
Which stereotypes the damned,
People like I are despised,
We are abandoned...

That is why we cut in places unseen,
So we don't seem flawed,
It's why we pretend not to be obscene,
So we are not ignored

Behind closed doors,
I cry myself to sleep,
Losing to my minds wars,
Awaiting for death to reap ...

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  • 17 years ago

    by JR13

    Its deep and well written 5/5

  • 17 years ago

    by FlawlesslyTarnished

    Amaizng poem.
    im. just. like. this.
    itz short. simple. but full of emotion.
    5/5.

  • 17 years ago

    by Melpomene

    Emotionally sad. Written in such great thoughts. Your poems don't seem to be cliche as where I read alot that do. When I see cutting or anything along them lines I think to myself oh no not another cliche piece but this definitly was not that. I liked the meaning you portrayed throughout this poem it was heart wrenching. Well done keep on writing. ~Mel

  • 17 years ago

    by BeLLa

    This expresses so much that cant be said.i LOVED it !!
    thankyou for the comment
    its true with the whole cutting in wierd places so no1 knows
    so sad
    but true
    5/5
    x

  • 17 years ago

    by Bug1219

    Wow that was really good.. i kno abt the whole cuttin thing abt keepin it unseen.. yea but somehow they all found mine.. but still this was a beautifully written poem 5/5

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